You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

After several days of something wrong with Feng Zixuan, finally even the dull Zhang San noticed.

"What's the matter, Boss?" Zhang San asked, "Is the practice not going well?"

Li Er elbowed Zhang San: "Shh, let's not get involved in this matter. According to my experience, it's a relationship issue."

"Emotional problems?" Zhang San grinned, "Boss is so nice, if I were a girl, I would be married, how could I encounter emotional problems?"

Li Er looked at Zhang San with disgust. This kind of bearded strong man called himself a "girl", which is really chilling: "You want to marry, but no one dares to marry you."

Sun Wu coughed: "Actually, Ah Er is right about this matter. If we want to get involved, we can't get involved. In my opinion, let Sixth Brother have a headache."

Li Er lowered his voice: "I always thought that the boss liked Sixth Brother, didn't he?"

Sun Wuwangtian: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Zhang San looked at this and then at that: "Why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

Li Er touched Zhang San's head: "Because you are still young, go eat your beef ribs."

Feng Zixuan opened a bottle of red wine and drank it by himself, completely ignoring the surrounding situation.

He sat under the large glass windows on the 4th floor of the hotel, looking out at the overcast sky and the long queue of eco-friendly cars on the expressway.

One cup after another, mechanically maintaining a frequency.

Sitting on the sofa opposite Feng Zixuan on Saturday, watching Feng Zixuan drink.

When Feng Zixuan encountered troubles, he would also drink, but every time he drank messily and caused disasters. Now Feng Zixuan has "matured" a lot in drinking, and what he drinks is no longer cheap. Instead of beer, it is expensive red wine. Drinking is no longer blowing on the bottle, but pouring it into a goblet and drinking it at a leisurely pace.

However, maturity is maturity, and the purpose of drinking remains the same, which is to use alcohol to relieve worries.

"Don't you want to say something?" Saturday said, "I'm listening."

He waited for a long time, but Feng Zixuan didn't start talking, so he had to start the conversation first.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Feng Zixuan's eyes were still looking out of the window.

Saturday frowned slightly, oh, I think he is meddling.

Saturday wants to get up and walk away, but if he walks away, Feng Zixuan really has no one to confide in.

And it does have something to do with him.

He is a bystander, so he can naturally relax, but Feng Zixuan is a fan of the authorities.

The only thing that can be done on Saturday is to listen to Feng Zixuan and make him feel better.

"I'm the deputy sect master," Saturday smiled, "Your business is the Fengmen's business, and it's my business."

Feng Zixuan turned his head, his eyes were dark, but concealed strong emotions, when he looked over to Saturday, Saturday always felt that his eyes seemed to be begging for something.

"I'm sorry, Liu," Feng Zixuan said, "I have to confess something to you."

"what?"

"I... used to regard you as Zhuo Liu, and it was because of this that I kept you by my side." Feng Zixuan felt that he was going too far, but without saying anything, he felt very sorry for Saturday. He should treat Saturday as a An independent person is right, but he couldn't control himself, looking for the shadow of Zhuo Liu on Saturday.

"Oh." Saturday agreed nonchalantly, thinking to himself, idiot, because I am Zhuo Liu.

"That day, I met Zhuo Liu. He didn't know where he heard about my mentor." Feng Zixuan said, "That's what I'm worried about. Zhuo Liu always has a clear distinction between black and white, and he can't tolerate sand in his eyes. I don’t know when he will go to my mentor to duel.”

"..." Saturday listened silently.

"My mentor knows that I have a good relationship with him. If he really finds my mentor, my mentor will definitely notify me. At that time... I must face it and break with Zhuo Liu head-on." Feng Zixuan said sadly .

"..."

"That day I broke the glass and wanted to catch Zhuo Liu, but he ran very fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. I couldn't catch him every time. He was like... a stream of water. No matter how hard I clenched my fist, the water would Run away." Feng Zixuan filled another cup and downed it.

"...You've already drank a lot." Saturday didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only say it without pain.

"Boom"!Feng Zixuan put the wine bottle heavily on the table, he was angry and couldn't let it out: "I don't know what I did wrong, why did Zhuo Liu look at it like a person who has been sentenced to death from then on?" Me, Ah Liu, what do you think I did wrong? Did I steal or kidnap? Or did I murder and set fire?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, you did a good job." The slight pain in my heart came up again on Saturday.

"Really? You really think so?" Feng Zixuan raised his head, because he drank a little too much, his eyes started to red again, and he was a little straight when he stared at Saturday, "Ah Liu, if I can like How nice of you."

"..." Saturday thought, that would be the worst.

"Are you upset?" Feng Zixuan reached out to touch Saturday's face.

Stand up on Saturday: "If your mentor tells you to fight, please call me."

Feng Zixuan fumbled for nothing, and when he heard Saturday say this again, he couldn't help but bewildered: "What?"

"I learned a few magic circles," Saturday said with a smile, "maybe it can help me."

In order to enhance the allure of the "several magic circles" to Feng Zixuan, the pictures of the magic circle and screenshots of the effects were posted in the group on Saturday.

Some of these magic circles block damage, some capture opponents alive, and some use mazes to trap both sides in combat.

In fact, the effects of these magic circles were not as good as those shown in the screenshots, but they were blown up a bit to attract Feng Zixuan on Saturday.

Sure enough, Feng Zixuan was tricked.

I was swiping the anti-theft badge in the middle of the night on Saturday, and a message came in.

He saw that it was Feng Zixuan who sent him the location.

Feng Zixuan: Zhuo Liu has already gone, Master thought that Zhuo Liu was my old acquaintance, and did not confront him head-on.

Feng Zixuan: I want to go now, do you think it will work?

Saturday happily showed a smile, Feng Zixuan will finally ask his opinion.

After returning "go", I got up on Saturday to tidy up. Even if there was a group fight, the appearance should not be messed up.

When he went out on Saturday, Feng Zixuan was leaning sideways against the wall, watching the virtual screen of the bracelet on his wrist.

"Let's go." Said Feng Zixuan as he passed by on Saturday.

"Okay." Feng Zixuan was full of hope at the moment, but also a little nervous.

On the golf course late at night, the lights illuminate the hills and lawns brightly, while the puddles and depressions below those slopes are deep in darkness.

At this point in time, there was no one there, and the surrounding area of ​​the stadium was surrounded by villas, and the sound of traffic coming and going in the city outside could not be heard, so it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

"Ah Liu—" Feng Zixuan shouted.

For some reason, he walked into the field and felt a wave of panic.

She didn't see the shadow of Zhuo Liu, nor did she see Yan Xueyue.

Feng Zixuan walked forward, shouting as he walked.

Saturday silently followed behind him, he knew what would happen, and soon, Yan Xueyue directed and acted a scene in front of Yao Feng Zixuan.

"Woooo..." There was a sudden vibration on the ground, as if something was moving underground.

The hills shook for a while, and then shook up and down with high frequency like an earthquake. There was a "Kaka" of rock fragmentation, the hills descended, and the depressions rose, constantly changing and staggering, like a surging sea.

Saturday immediately threw the flying sword, and Yujian flew up.

Feng Zixuan seemed to be stupefied, looking up at the man standing on the tall lamppost at the edge of the field.

Zhuo Liu was wearing the black uniform of the Cultivation Academy, with a grim expression on his face, and the magic of the earth spirit root in his hand formed a circular light chain, which was spinning.

The undulating surface of the golf course is exactly what Zhuo Liu did.

"Yan Xueyue," Zhuo Liu sent his voice far away, "Are you still planning to be a turtle?"

"Zuoliu, don't!" Feng Zixuan felt a tightening in his heart, and only then did he realize that he must stop Zhuoliu as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, a familiar laughter came from the ground: "Ah Xuan, you also saw it, I really can't help it."

"Master!" Feng Zixuan shouted anxiously, "Wait a minute, I—"

With no time to react, a black light cut through the stadium lights and passed right through the body of the man at the top of the lamp post.

Zhuo Liu fell from the lamp post, and Feng Zixuan turned into green light, barely catching him.

"Aliu, Aliu." Feng Zixuan looked down at Zhuoliu with a pale face, and frantically used the healing spell of the wood spirit root. Pieces of green flowers that repaired the wound fell on Zhuoliu, but they could not heal the wound on his chest. big hole.

Standing behind Feng Zixuan on Saturday, he couldn't see Feng Zixuan's expression, but only from his back, he could feel the strong powerlessness and grief.

For a moment, Saturday didn't understand the meaning of this false world. Since it's not real, why did he create such a painful feeling that cuts to the marrow and torture the protagonist? Is this the meaning of Chen Ke's creation of this world?

And he is not an accomplice.

He knew everything - but in order to leave for himself, he couldn't tell Feng Zixuan, so he could only stand where he was, watching Feng Zixuan crying like a child.

Approached Feng Zixuan on Saturday.

Feng Zixuan's voice was hoarse and stagnant: "Don't come here."

"..."

"I trust you, but there is no new magic circle at all." Feng Zixuan said, "I trust you, Saturday."

"Yes," said Saturday, "I'm just here to pick you up."

"Why—" Feng Zixuan turned his head, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he looked at Saturday with hatred, "So cruel!"

"..." Taking a deep breath on Saturday, he told himself that he couldn't say anything, for, for his plan, "he won't die..." Yan Xueyue hasn't finished playing this card yet.

Sure enough, the person in Feng Zixuan's arms coughed, blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, his face became even paler, but those indifferent eyes opened.

Feng Zixuan immediately lowered his head, injecting more spiritual power into Zhuo Liu's body.

"Ah Liu..." Feng Zixuan refused to take his gaze away from this familiar face, "How do you feel?"

"Ahem..." Zhuo Liu covered his wound and struggled to sit up, "Don't touch me."

"I... just want to heal you." Feng Zixuan defended in a low voice.

"Don't be hypocritical." Zhuo Liu pushed Feng Zixuan away, closed his eyes, did not know what kind of spell was used, the golden light flashed, and the wound on his chest healed a lot.

Feng Zixuan lowered his hands, grasping the wet and cold grass between his fingers.

At this time, a slightly fat middle-aged man in Tang suit appeared on the court.

The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, with a kind smile on his face, but everyone knows that appearing in this place at this moment means that this person's identity is extraordinary.

He is Yan Xueyue.

Staring nervously at the most perverted villain of the year on Saturday.

And Feng Zixuan stood in front of Zhuo Liu, lowered his head to Yan Xueyue, and said: "Master, please spare him, this apprentice is willing... Willing to serve Master from now on..."

"Ah Xuan, you're embarrassing me like this," Yan Xueyue said with a smile, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes, "It's not that the master wants to kill them all, it's that this kid is aggressive, you don't know, the following There is an entrance to my burrow, let the children play around like this, what if the barrier is broken?"

"Master, never again," Feng Zixuan said, "This will never happen again! I promise."

Yan Xueyue smiled and said: "Ah Xuan, the relationship between you and the kid doesn't seem to be very good. If you make a blind promise for him like this, he won't accept your favor. Why bother?"

Feng Zixuan gritted his teeth: "As long as Master is willing to let him go, I will reason with him..."

"Hahaha, if it makes sense, why would he open the door of my old man?" As he said that, Yan Xueyue once again sacrificed his mutated spiritual root spell, and layers of black mist gathered in front of him.

At this time, even Zhuo Liu, who was protected by Feng Zixuan, said, "I will never join forces with you."

"Listen, the kid is so determined, do you still want to protect him?" Yan Xueyue laughed.

Feng Zixuan fell silent, his expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight.

"Zhuo Liu, if you must do this, I agree," Feng Zixuan said in a deep voice, "—I will cut off all ties with you, and I will never have anything to do with you again."

He stood up, his tall body cast a shadow, covering Zhuo Liu sitting on the ground in the shadow.

"If you want to harm my master, pass me first." Feng Zixuan formed a wind blade in his hand and pointed it directly at Zhuo Liu's forehead.